Surviving Raine (Surviving Raine 1)

She glared over at me and pursed her lips together, negating the need for a verbal response. She had to get out of that suit before it became a serious issue.

“All right, Raine,” I said sternly. “I’m only saying this once. You have to get out of the bathing suit and those shorts. The chafing is fucking annoying when you’re on your beach vacation. Out here it’s a little more serious.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Look,” I growled, “the chafing is going to react to the salt water, and you’re going to end up with sores and even boils. If those get infected, you’re dead – got it? I’ll try to avert my eyes until you fucking heal, but you have to take the fucking suit off.”

“As if you would,” Raine snorted. “It’s not bad – I’ll just be careful. There’s no way you could not look at me in this sized raft.”

She was right, of course, and if I was going to be totally honest with myself, I wouldn’t even have tried to avoid staring at her. I liked the idea of having her lying around here naked.

“Well, how about I take mine off, too?” I suggested with a smirk. “We’d be even.”

“Not even close,” she smirked back. She waved her hand in the air but generally pointed in my direction. “You’re probably making all of this up just to get me out of my clothes.”

“Sure,” I smiled right back at her. “I actually planted that rash between your legs as well. Sneaky bastard, aren’t I?”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” she snarled, her anger at me and the situation obvious now. She glared up at me.

I wondered why she suddenly decided to get so feisty. Insanely, it was making my dick hard, which wasn’t going to help my case at all. I needed her to realize how serious this was, and I wasn’t sure she was going to buy into it with my cock pointing at her and practically jumping up and down at the thought of maybe getting her naked.

I really had to stop thinking like that.

“Look, Raine,” I said, trying to sound calm and reasonable. “You really do have to get out of the suit. I’m not just fucking around. Salt exposure is as bad as sunburn, and we can’t risk anything like that happening to us. We’re too low on water for any risks. You might be a little…embarrassed, but that beats dead.”

“I’m not going to die of chafing,” she scoffed.

“At home, you never run out of water, either. The rules are different here.”

She looked over to me, and I watched her resolve start to crumble in her eyes. It was replaced by frustration first and then something that looked like a cross between collapse and absolute terror.

“Raine,” I said, trying to keep my voice soft. An idea sprang to mind. “Look, my shirt and boxers are cotton, which is a lot better than your suit. The boxers will be big on you, but it will give you the airflow you need for the rash to heal. I’ll even wash them out for you. I can go with just my cargo shorts. Would that be all right?”

She looked up at me and her eyes danced all over my face. I figured she was probably trying to figure out if I was trying to deceive her in some way. Finally, she dropped her eyes down to the floor and nodded.

I didn’t have a lot of modesty, so I just went ahead and stripped, noticing Raine turning away and hiding her eyes. I chuckled and pulled my shorts back on. It wasn’t the most comfortable attire without underwear, but I’d live. I’d also go naked before I let myself start chafing. I washed out both the boxers and my shirt as best I could with sea water. I wasn’t sure if it made a whole lot of difference or not, but it seemed like a good peace of mind thing to do. I squeezed out the material so it would dry faster and handed them over to her.

“Make sure the shorts are totally dry before you put them on,” I said. “Now get the suit off before it gets any worse. I’m just going to take a little nap, okay?”

I dropped down on my back and tossed one of the towels over my face. It was hot and uncomfortable, but she had to get out of those clothes or she was going to be shit deep in trouble. I breathed slowly and steadily, making sure everything but my rising and falling chest was still. After several minutes, I heard her shuffling around, but she still wasn’t changing her clothes.

“Damnit, Raine!”

She squeaked again. I fucking hated that. I sat up and glared at her.

“Just take the fucking suit off, or so help me God, I will tear it off of you.”

“Fine!” she yelled back at me, her eyes darkening at me.

“Do it now!”

“Not when you’re looking!” she screamed, her voice raising in pitch and sounding like she was going to break down again.

“I won’t fucking look,” I snarled back, “but I’m giving you about ten seconds to get that shit off.”

I silently counted to ten and then started towards her. She squealed and moved to the back of the raft, her back pressed against the canopy.

“I’ll do it!” she screeched. I stopped my forward movement and sat back on my heels, staring at her.